Enzo pushed open the door to Amelia's room without knocking. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor. Her hands were gripping the sheets, and she didn't even look up when he walked in.
He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice low and sharp. "You've been acting up all day. I want answers."
Amelia looked up at him, her eyes tired but filled with defiance. "I want to quit," she said simply. Her voice was shaky, but she tried to sound firm.
Enzo narrowed his eyes. "What did you just say?"
"I don't want to work here anymore," she said, standing up now. "I can't do this. I don't belong here."
He didn't move for a moment, just stared at her. The silence felt heavy, pressing down on her chest. Then, slowly, he walked toward her, his footsteps echoing in the room.
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